Kaw-Liga
Hank Williams

Em
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
Em
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
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Kaw-liga-a-a-a
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He just stood there and never let it show, so she could never answer yes or no
 
Em
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tommyhawk
Em
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Em
Kaw-liga-a-a-a
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Too stubborn to ever show a sign because his heart was made of knotty pine
 
CHORUS
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Poor ol' Kaw liga, he never got a kiss. Poor ol' Kaw liga, he don't know what he missed
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Is it any wonder that his face is red… Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head 
 
Em
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere
Em
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair
Em
Kaw-liga-a-a-a
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He just stood there and never let it show, so she could never answer yes or no
 
Em
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
Em
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw liga stayed
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Kaw-liga-a-a-a
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Just stands there as lonely as can be and wishes he was still an old pine tree
 
REPEAT CHORUS